If I could, I would write about the impermanence of the world, and the way of the world would be as gentle as possible. From a certain moment I knew that it was no longer my mother's gentle voice that woke me up, but the cold mechanical bell; With me, there are no more classmates who fight together, but fleeting adult choices. I could no longer cry to find an adult, I could only try to hide my sadness in my heart and face it with a smile. Am I just a "salted fish" in a different place when I am thousands of miles away from home? "The pain of the fish is known only to the water, and the pain of the salted fish is known only to the tears. Many times, the thirst for understanding and recognition can be so painful and painful.

I thought that my liking for others was to tell others in some self-righteous way that I was always there for you, but others only felt that my existence was just to tell her how unlovely the world was. So confront my pretentiousness with eternal silence, or sneer at childishness and turn away, telling me with a dashing back that I would be better off without you. So I turned around and walked on opposite sides, and said goodbye.

Finding forgiveness in the midst of life's suffering is the greatest torch on our pilgrimage. Yes, there is so much suffering, you can't get rid of it, but you can forgive, for example, forgive your own imperfections, not being brave, your own cowardice, the selfishness of others, everything has a reason for it to happen. For better or worse, once it happens, it's good to forgive.

In my eyes, being a writer is a noble profession, and it can be side by side with the doctor's life-saving and teacher's moral education. Any profession can lament that the world is declining, people's hearts are not ancient, and they can even go with the flow and add fuel to the fire, but only writers can't, not only can't, but they have to stand up. When I have such a great determination and action, no matter what others say about me, I can say to myself with a clear conscience that you are a qualified writer. As for now, I am just a life recorder, using words to record the beauty of life, using life to record life, touching all the most beautiful feelings in a moment, even if the memory fades with time in the future, I can still find myself at that time.

But now, along the way, I will make a grave for myself here, and pile a small grain bag in a low pit with dirt from the past, shovel after shovel. Bury all hope with inferiority, use silence as fertilizer, and tenacity as water to ensure the freshness of the soil.

After that, the past is dead, leaving only the present and the future. Living in the present and worrying about tomorrow, and worrying about tomorrow. In the midst of worry and anxiety, there should be a mission that must be accomplished. On the day of the completion of the mission, a result is used as a sacrifice to come to the grave and bow down as a silent remembrance of the deceased. After remembering, pick up a shovel and raise two other piles of soil as you do now, and bury the present and the future. If you can't lift a spade, turn your back, look up to the sky, and pour it naturally into the fresh mud, which will naturally cover your face. Your body will naturally sink into the ground.

What kind of situation can there be in the earth, it is similar in heaven and on earth. If there is still something to think, please stop, if there is still resentment, please extinguish, if there is love and hate, please disappear. There are white clouds in the sky, and fire on the earth. The white clouds are light and white is water, and the earth fire is deep and black is fire. Fire and water blend together, and white bones shine in it. In the midst of the fire and the vapour, I will have a silent smile, and I will know what love tastes like. Even if I am dead, I will laugh wildly and become dust in laughter!

In a few years, there will be a figure of me in the dust, even if there is no trace of me. Some of the dirt bags on the ground have long been flattened by the strong wind, and there are no tombstones to make statements. Some are just:

“…… Yu Haoge was cold when he was feverish; And he saw the abyss in the heavens. In the eyes of all eyes see nothing; Saved in hopelessness. ……”